Next step, find someone who will flame Huffington hairless.

I'll do it: all I need is to ingest a medium ham and jalapeno pizza and pitcher of Bud. Then all I need is a zippo.

By "flame", I don't mean "flame": I mean the internet lingo for "immolating with ignited ham-and-jalapeno-pitcher-of-bud farts."

She shouldnta done that. Beck would be the go-to guy to take this tendentious twit (did I spell that right?) down a peg or three anyway, without her calling out "Oh Gleeennn..."

She's like a drag queen doing a bad impression of Eva's half-sister Zsa crashing off black speed in the midst of PMS. During menopause.

Nothing personal, sweetie.

Paraphrase: "Never F with people who sell bits by the Petabyte."

That was a nice deconstruction of a truly flatuous twit.

Olivah hwat dyoo yoo meeen ve salwtah di comomee? I zoght ahnoh ziffoo waz cohming do dinnah...
zhoo woodan eet Ahno woodjoo?
Das iz tehereebull...

JWM

Remember, she's a little slow. It took her ten years to figure out that her husband was gay. Either that, or it took him that long to figure out she wasn't an effeminate little, er, Greek dude.

Gagdad: I'm sure Arianna knew ol' Michael H was gay from day one. She married him for his money and influence.

BTW, if you want to read a full-on flailing of Ms. Nothington, check out Peter McWilliams' LIFE 102: What to Do When Your Guru Sues You. It's the hilarious and insightful story of the self-help author's involvement with cult guru John-Roger Hinkins of MSIA fame. La Arianna was (and remains) one of John-Roger's closest followers, and McWilliams savages her in the book, nailing her as a ruthless, social-climbing, power-hungry phony.

The book's out of print, since John-Roger successfully sued McWilliams over it, and had it suppressed. But you can get used copies for $12 and up at Amazon and elsewhere.

A hairless Arianna? In some ways, that's even more disturbing than the thought of Andrew Sullivan hedgehogging himself. And as previously noted, that's pretty disturbing.